A true friend

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"This can't happen to me!!! It just can't!!" I screamed. I ran out of my English class, towards the guidance office, but there they were waiting for me. I quickly did a 180, and dashed out the side door. I ran as fast as I could towards the little woods behind Greenwood High School. I wasn't sure where I was going or when I was going to stop, I just needed some time to think. I found a big apple tree and slumped down on one of its big roots. It was here that I stayed until late at night. Millions of thoughts were going through my head all at once; how could this have happened? She was fine yesterday! I saw her last night! Why did this happen? She was only 16. Tears filled my eyes as I thought of how Stephanie looked last night. She is so beautiful, I thought, I just don't understand.

"RING!" The bell for my last class just rang. "Great guys, we're late again," I said to Kara. "Yea, Mrs. Oaks is going to kill us." We slammed our lockers shut and sprinted to room 207. Maybe Steph will be in there, I thought to myself. She hadn't come to school today and I had tried calling her eight times during lunch, but got no answer. Kara must have been thinking the same thing, "Hey, do you think Steph

Steph died on Jan. 7, 1997. I miss her more than anything, but I try not to mourn over it. She taught me to be strong, and to not let yesterday use up today. And if there were an award for the person who most influenced someone's life, Stephanie would get it in a heartbeat.

"Kristen!!! Wake up! It's 8:30." A familiar voice had awakened me. I looked up to see Kara and my family. I felt like I was on drugs. I could barely move and barely talk. The first thing I managed to say was, "Is it true?" They all looked at me with a look that said I wish I could tell her no. Instead they just nodded their heads. I climbed to my feet and made the everlasting five-minute drive back home. Two days later at the funeral, I had written a little passage for Stephanie. Even though it took a lot of courage, strength, and tears to read, I did. When I was done, I think everyone believe what a true friend Steph was to me. What a true friend she was to everyone.

All through middle school, my parents would have horrible fights. Sometimes they were so violent I was even terrified of staying there. In 8th grade one night, I woke up to a crashing glass sound. I opened my door to find my dad throwing glass jars at my mom. Both were screaming at each other and telling them they hated each other. Me, thinking I would be able to stop it, stepped out from my room and yelled at my parents. My dad threw a glass jar at me, then left. I reached for my mom for comfort, but she blamed him leaving on me. I ran to my room, locked the door, and climbed out my window. Before I even knew where I was going, I ended up at Steph's apartment. I was crying, wet, tired, and angry. I managed to launch a couple rocks up to her 3rd story bedroom window. She eventually lifted it and said, "Kristen? Is that you?" I couldn't speak, I just fell to the ground. In a matter of seconds Steph was there at my side. Even though it was 3:30 in the morning on a school night, she wasn't mad. She held me tight. She didn't ask what the matter was, she didn't have to. She knew it was best to not speak. When I would ask her why, she would reply with, "actions speak louder than words." From that night on whenever

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Approximate Word count = 1482
Approximate Pages = 6 (250 words per page double spaced)

Category: English